Year-end.

I expected a shortage of cabs this morning but it wasnt like this. It's more of 2 empty cabs an hour if you see the ratio. I was already late meeting up with Mamu and the rest of my friends going to Zong Centris. Its at the corner of EDSA and Q.Ave. It's actually my first time going there and I thought it's a new mall that I just ignored passing by EDSA.

It rained when I was passing by Araneta. Traffic was okay til I was crossing the other side of the highway. Off the cab, I saw a gloomy looking mall with a big SM hypermart inside. This couldn't be it, I thought. Walked around, texted Mamu, and she replied "Malapit sa bilog bilog." Like what? Then I saw Leeza hurrying up the stairs, dodging the rain.

So we walked a little and saw a little Fort Bonifacio-ish area. With mushroom-like structures and, I suppose, a high-end one. It had restos like Clawdaddy, Itallianis and a Fully Booked waiting to be constructed. It also has a carousel and a mini-train in the middle of the park.

Zong, Centris

Mini-Train

They mentioned these mushroom-like towers are solar-powered. Hmmmm

Centris

Mamu, Jamie, Hannah and Hazel were already there at Zong. As far as I can recall, we were the only people eating there. But I tell you that the food was great.

I seriously didn't know the name of what we ate but I just munched my morning away.

So Celest, and Champ arrived as we were talking and laughing and chewing all at the same time. We are called happy friends for a reason. Jamie brought their awesome cake (which Ive heard was a bestseller last Christmas) then Mamu and Hannah gave us gifts. Oh I forgot to mention that our camwhoring theme was Asian poses. Since I think the 2009 boom of peace-sign poses evolved into many.

Me/Brick-shitting Bunny, Leeza/Crying Lady, Champ/Bunny/Devil/I seriously dont know

Had coffee after at Coffee Bean and stayed there for hours. Kristina arrived looking pretty6 as she is. Then everyone still talked about lovelifes, music, the industry and mainly just camwhoring. KC, Mamu's niece, was also there and played in the park before everyone parted ways. Jamie dropped me off at Trinoma, so I could pick up some things before going home.

(L-R) Joan, Me, Leeza, Champ, Mamu, Hannah, Hazel, Jamie ♥, Celest took the pic ^_^

I posted at Facebook that I was there and Ivan texted me to wait for them. We looked at some shoes, stopped by at Cibo to grab some drinks then decided to watch Dalaw in Newport Cinema, Resorts World. I never wondered what's in there except that its a big-ass Casino but it looked like um... a building full of stuff.

So Jam, Jp, Ivan and I went from north to south, listening to 2010 hits, remixed by DJ Bryan Cua. Checked if the LFS was 1045 and somehow surpised that a ticket costs 500 pesos.

Wanna know why? Seats were velvet lazyboys, unlimited cheese/buttered popcorn, unlimited soda of your choice, and a personal butler. Like you just press a button if you want your bucket refilled. A friend said who would want an unlimited popcorn? Well, I had 6 buckets.

Movie was too predictable. But its somehow okay. Somehow. Whatever I was enjoying my seat. I couldve slept it off.

After the movie, at around 1230mn, we went to Jupiter for some Chicboy. Its grilled chicken/pork cebuano style. I dunno if some people havent tried it yet but its great for its price. Really cheap and really good. Awesome combo.

The next day, I got me some groceries for New Years eve but the day was awful. It didnt match up with my awesome day though. Next next day, Trish and I had our year-end tradition by grabbing coffee while summarizing our entire year. We both had a great year though and felt like 2011 is going to be really promising. :D

Happy New Year everyone! ♥

Prince and the Princess.

Morning Post-its...

... never fail to make my day. ♥

Trinoma VS Divisoria

We anticipated saturday to be a busy day for us, made a christmas list on the way to Trinoma, and ended up shopping for ourselves. Traffic was manageable. It's just strange that outside the mall was cooler. We looked for Ehboi's pair of shoes, walked around and got two Zara hoodies instead. TGIF has always been overrated, but hey, this was a special day.

He splurged while I look for plastic containers at Saizen (I think this is Trinoma's version of Japan Home Center. /me is a big fan). It seemed that I am more excited than him seeing him get the things he deserved as a very hard-working person. We got 6 tickets for the Darren Criss event on the 22nd (we didnt claim another 4. Chance for others heehee. As if I could bring 10 people), finished at around 9pm but waited for a cab for 2 hours playing Tap Tap Revenge to not kill the day's fun.

Sunday was a different day. We went out of the house wearing slippers, not bringing anything, even an umbrella. Before going to Divisoria (168 to be exact), we stopped by to grab lunch at Jollibee. One thing I hate about this fastfood is the crews' extremities. Its either they're on panic mode, or too laxed. One customer beside me was arguing with the cashier regarding her 4 peso change. The cashier in front of me is too eager to solve the problem than to get my order. I almost wanted to bite her face coz I was seriously hungry, but then again that was just my Ally McBeal moment. I don't really bite people's faces off. We were wet waiting for a jeep but I didnt care. The rain was as soft as a molten snow. It felt christmasy, really. But Divisoria is another story.

We know that the mud is default. Come rain or shine. Inside 168, I felt like a happy kid, seeing the cheapest wholesale and things I forgot I wanted and it's the most perfect place to buy the most affordable apt christmas gifts. It seemed like a maze though so we didnt really browse around. Haggling was easy but the amount of people will make you either crazy or annoyed. I wasnt in the mood to get annoyed though. It was too fun. So we went home, stopped by at Starbucks, with dirty feet and a bagful of thingamajigs. I promise to go there again, soon.

Ehboi asked me if I was happy. I said yes and just smiled. He asked me when was the last time Ive felt this way and I paused. It was that long. I can't even remember it. Imagining the faces of my friends and my nephews and niece opening their gifts on christmas eve makes me wanna rush the days. Watching it reel inside my mind made my heart float. I feel like this is gonna be my best Christmas ever.

It's gonna be a different one really. Thinking about it makes me go down, but this time, I'm gonna make a choice of appreciating everything that I have right now, rather than dwell on the big difference.

In fact, it didnt even matter if Im in a high-end shopping mall or in a flea market. It was that weirdly surreal.

Re-mastering Heartache.

Moving on has always been a not-an-overnighter-phase kind of a thing.

I remembered that I hated older people who say "You're still young, we can't explain this fully now but we bet you'll be understanding this as soon as you grow up." Now I'm asking myself, when is that going to happen? "Growing up" has been painfully gradual, and gradually painful all at the same time.

Emotions have always been the weakest point of anybody who has a heart. Humans, according to extraterrestrials on movies, are weak because of it. It has never been featured as anyone's strength, but I seriously think it's both. Love is one hell of a tree trunk with a LOT of branches. Trust, passion, understanding, patience and anything virtuous you could think about. Until, we drown on it, and cross the boundary drawn as a very thin line to patheticville leading to psycholand. Getting back to normaltown isn't as easy as we imagine it to be. But at least, we know, somehow, we could get back to being normal.

It is a vicious cycle as we grow up. It just takes some pondering and waking up, in order for us to notice that the mistakes we make are patterned, if not, made up (that's if, you have some serious issues. Glad that we have doctors for it these days). Or we could pretend that we do not magnify little things because everybody nowadays has trust issues.

Getting hurt by it, is almost the same as going to a battlefield. We dodge bullets, if not, bombs. Some people give up, trying to settle because of the scare, or not taking the risk for safety reasons, some people fight until they got blown up, and some people go home, looking as new as how they came at first, hiding the scars, getting ready for the next battle. I say those are really brave people, if not, really dumb.

So during our rest days from codependency, do we really emphasize the fact that there are a lot of fishes in the sea? Because technically, lets say if we are really fishing, do we become idealistic about the fish we are anticipating to grab our bait? or should I say, we just, you know, settle for a big trout? (If you weren't expecting a trout as I may say). Because in the seas, we strongly feel giddy about getting a fish we actually never expect. In real life, we reject the fish. The fish that we want could be a liar, an asshole, and insensitively inconsiderate. But why do we subconsciously want that? Hence paragraph 4.

I will be getting a year older 4 days from now. I can't say I have grown up. I am still sitting on a plastic horse, going up and down, as mundane as it could get. That I may look like I do not care, but it still gets me. Hurting, I mean, but not on an emo basis. Just hurting. Like what you feel when you have a 3-day gash, plastered. May not hurt but you don't want to have it touched. I am fine though, thanks, in case you're asking. I know, that some are not.

Getting older does not mean you'll get numb. It just means you will know how to ease the pain.

Sucks.

Oh and P.S., it doesn't matter who did what, and who did who, the hurter and the hurtee actually feel pain even if they are not on the same level. Dwelling like a victim is actually less painful than bearing the guilt of the hurtee. It just takes YOU not to be one.

And P.S.S., I just made myself as an example. Generally, I am happy and contented. It just so happened that there are a lot of people experiencing the complexities of life nowadays. I give my cutout wishing star to you.

December Blues

Its the month where I used to see Mama, cleaning up the christmas tree so we could have it standing at the corner near the TV set. Its the month where I used to hear my Papa pressure my mom on buying gifts for their inaanaks and for us. Its the month where I used to hear questions from my ex-soon-to-be-life-partner what I wanted for my birthday. Its the month where I used to hear my friend plan a celebration for it. Videoke rentals, alcohol or food. Its the month where I hear christmas songs a lot and sing along with it.

I used to love the rush, the weather and the people who give their best effort to keep the spirit alive.

So I had this question, what happened to christmas? Or what happened to December? Because I know what happened to the people around me.

I dont wanna be a total crybaby about it, because I have really great friends and I have the sometime-sane partner, dont get me wrong my December will still be awesome. Im just not used to the fact of not having the same previous Decembers. I miss them, yeah.

But the most imprortant part about is, appreciating the real reason behind the season. OMG ARE YOU TOTALLY THINKING THAT I AM GOING TO SAY JESUS? No no, although it's by default that he is the reason this season exists. Its his birthday too you know. I am talking about the people who loved us for the whole year, despite of the lapses, the mistakes, and our other evil personality/ies. The people who stood by us, making us see ourselves whole this month. Unscathed, if not, unbroken.

Or maybe im just really getting old. That I already forgot the feeling of having the element of surprise. The first-time jitters. I overanalyze the taste of puto-bumbongs or bibingkas. I overthink of what gift to give. What clothes to wear. And the lingering WTF about the weirdest weather ever.

But I cant deny that, yeah, im having a different christmas this year. The kind where I will be battling myself if I should even greet them merrily.

Well I guess santa could skip giving me a gift this year. Im not in the mood to be nice. :)

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Saturday Morning.

I should be preparing. Ryan and I are going to the mall just to grab some scramble/starbucks/lunch.

I am painstakingly inside twilight zone this morning. Not that I woke up at the wrong side of the bed. I basically slept in it. Last night was the great mood swing. I just went home and decided to just watch The Vampire Diaries. That didnt help.

I wanted to deactivate my facebook this morning. That was drastically emo so I tried changing the privacy settings. Or delete some people that I do not know (Im a cyberwhore. I add who adds me. At least I aint a cybersnob). To take my mind off it, I decided to visit my formspring page. Anwered this:



That didnt help either.

So Ill be watching 30 rock and will be putting Natasha Bedingfield's Pocketful of Sunshine in my phone and make it as my ringtone before hitting the showers.

*sighs*

Day 6.

It has been raining since last night and the weather is perfect for anything hot and anything chocolate hahaha.

Havent had much sleep last night. Trish and I had been talking lately. Just trying to figure out things by my own and I guess it left me no choice but to give up.

I'm not really a stubborn person. I mean, I could be if I want to. I could also be self-righteous.

I was never bullied when I was growing up. I thought bullies exist in schools. Highschool to be exact. I fight back. But today, I dont think I have the energy to do that.

Ironic, that some people are concerned about my stress-level and toxicity, not knowing that their kind of concern was the toxic and stressful one. It had offended me, belittled me, and all the people I care about.

I almost forgot that we are individuals. I once listened to the people I look up to. I opened my mind to the idea that maybe, they're right. Not until I was there to witness and hear horrible unsolicited advices and opinion. Thinking that everybody should take one path. Their path.

Now, pictures are just pictures. Moments are just moments. I couldn't care less what my future holds for me, as long as I am keeping the people who had never judged me for my choices and for my mistakes.

It will be clear once I make a list of what you have said and done to me without me reacting on it. I have tried my very best to be the same person that I was. But I will NEVER take crap from you again.

I am tired of harboring hatred enabled by each other.

Now that I could breathe, It is not delusional that I am happier. I am not in denial that I feel a lot lighter.

I have lost a lot of people. I am tired of having the scared feeling of losing more.

I am too numb and the only feeling I have is the disgust that you think you're right, and in the position to say those things to me. Yes. I am disgusted.

That RH Bill.

It's rare that I indulge on issues regarding Religion or Politics. Not that I don't care about it but the fact that I have an opinion about it makes me like everyone else. Well of course, we all have strong beliefs on where we stand, but there are some who never understood the phrase "to each his own".

I was supposed to do this blog before watching Glee's Grilled Cheezus episode. That's one episode anyone shouldn't miss by the way. Guess after watching it, Im hoping I still have my thoughts hours ago.

To kick things off, It was supposed to be the issue with Carlos Celdran vs The Church. I'm not a master of comprehension but to my understanding, this involves the passing of the RH Bill, where the church is having a very strong hold against it. I've seen posts about it, pros and antis, which actually convinced myself to be a PRO not just because of an idiotic blog I've read but because I also believe that we, as human beings before, should have a choice but still consider morality.

What is morality anyway? Growing up in a Catholic third-world country, rules dictated by this society, or Catholicism, made everything go haywire ever since. I have always been strong on my stand that I see the church as very narrow-minded, manipulative, and ancient. I believe in a higher being, don't get me wrong on that, but appointing people as priests with hierarchy like Jesus' lawyers makes me doubt it more. Shout out to the cuckoo Shirley Phelps.

What Carlos Celdran did was wrong. We are on the same team. But interrupting a mass in that manner... isn't really my scene. I know he wants his voice to get heard, but not on that manner. There could be one person on that mass praying for his/her child due to cancer or coma, and that is the least thing that he/she wants to witness at that very moment. Fighting fire with fire isn't gonna solve anything.

As I mentioned regarding that idiotic post, saying that RH Bill could result to "D.E.A.T.H.S." (Divorce, Euthanasia, Abortion, Two-Child Policy, Homosexuality and Same-Sex Marriage), is... sorry, I am typically out of words when I want to talk martian. It's too ignorant. I'll just pick one thing on that list, Homosexuality.

Why, on earth, is the Reproductive Health Bill, going to cause a person to just switch on teams? Is it because a woman wouldn't actually want to swallow a pill so she decides to be a lesbian? Or a man decides to be gay because he basically is trying to choose a one-child policy?

Is everyone going to fuck anyone on the streets because they can actually wear a condom? Like seriously? How does the church see us Filipino people? Hamsters?

This post might go on forever. I am not blinded by my beliefs. If someone is anti-RH bill, why would you even stop the PRO-RH to have a choice? If it gets passed, don't believe on contraceptions yourself. We are not forcing you to wear rubbers when you want to do missionary once every 200 years or never.

Abortion on the other hand is never an option. Did it occur to anyone that the RH Bill, which supports contraception could actually prevent such a choice? We are all different, some people panic if they are not expecting a child. They think its a choice. Dudes and Dudettes, it is not.

Now this is one reason I am pressing the unlike button, if theres one, on the church's fan page. It divides people to have a choice for themselves as a citizen, or, as a human being. Suppression is never the solution for prevention. Understanding is.

Homosexuality? Seriously? God.

The Case of Curious Button.

Button is our cat. Actually, in my life, I havent had a cat who purrs sweetly but hunts like a lion. Two years ago, Button was just a stray kitten that rubs himself on our legs. So we adopted him.

Charlie (my sheltie) is actually jealous of him whenever he goes to my room and lies down beside my feet arrogantly. Whenever he doesn't find anything to chase, like a lizard, a spider or a mouse, he bullies Charlie. But he doesn't use his claws, of course. Just being plain annoying to Charles.

4am, we were awakened by a crash downstairs. My uncle turned on the lights and i heard him rushing. When I opened my door, I saw Button salivating and vomiting. He got poisoned.

He was convulsing like it was really painful. His pupils were dilated and having a hard time to breathe. So I told Ehboi to get sugar and coal. I tried to make him take spoonfuls but he was meowing like it hurts so much. I can see him gasping for air and I nearly cried. After taking a few spoons of sugar, I figured that he responds whenever I touch his stomach so I somehow managed to make him swallow a pulverized pill of Kremil-S.

Then when Button calmed down a little, I tried looking for relief on the internet, and this is what I found:

If the cat is fully conscious and the poison was ingested less than two hours ago, vomiting can be induced by giving one of the following:

• 3% hydrogen peroxide solution – 1 teaspoon per 10 pounds of body weight every 10-15 minutes (3 times maximum) until vomiting occurs. This is the most effective method.
• Salt – ¼ teaspoon (placed at the back of the tongue or mixed with water and squirted into the mouth with a syringe) for every 10 pounds of body weight – repeat if the cat hasn’t vomited within 30 minutes.

Vomiting should NOT be induced if:

• It has been more than two hours since the cat was poisoned.
• The cat has already vomited.
• The cat is having difficulty breathing.
• The cat is unconscious, nearly unconscious, or convulsing.
• The cat may have ingested tranquilizers, acids or alkali (cleaning products, solvents, or decloggers), or a petroleum product – in this case, provide lots of fresh water for the cat to drink, and seek medical attention as soon as possible.

If the cat is not very ill, after vomiting he should be given a mixture of milk and egg whites. Mix 1/4 cup of milk with 1/4 cup of egg whites and squirt 2 teaspoons of the mixture into the cat's cheek pouch with a plastic syringe if he won't eat it voluntarily. Squirt one drop in at a time rather than all at once or the cat may inhale the fluid. This mixture will coat the intestines, providing some protection from the poison. If you don't have milk and eggs on hand, 2 teaspoons of vegetable oil (less for a very small cat, slightly more for a very large cat) can also be used, but this should be added to food – force-feeding oil can be dangerous. A visit to the veterinarian or local animal emergency clinic is recommended even if the cat does not appear to be very ill as follow-up care may be required.

Since he had already vomited, I made him the milk and egg mixture and somehow, I saw some progress after 30 minutes.

I just hope that after a few hours while I take some sleep, Button will be okay. I just cant understand how people could poison other people's pets just because they want to. No reason is acceptable. No matter how annoying your neighbor's pet is, the first thing to do is talk to the owner. Im saying this assuming that our cat has been doing bad things inside their properties. Coz if that rule applies, their dog that howls every fucking dawn, will be eating a raw cheap steak with seasoning no man would ever dare to eat.

Trinoma

Since my being homebound seemed to be depressing me a little bit, Mamu wanted us to go to Trinoma so we could catch up with things, (i.e. "Wedding Plans" and my recent ER episode.) I was supposed to cancel coz Trinoma is a bit far but Ehboi insisted on it so I could relax by doing my usual hobby. Eat FroYo and check on pretty things *sniggers*.

After a bowl of Mongolian, (less sodium and more tofu), went straight to White hat for some Peach, Cherries, Blueberry and Cheesecake Froyo. (Yes, its 98% Fat-free and most of the cheesecake was eaten by Ehboi. :p)

Then Ehboi surprised me with a very spirit-uplifting gift. ♥

My sister said, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? PARA KANG JEJEMON".

Excuse me ate, you're too old na. Jejemon's couldn't pull off this color scheme. And besides, I like Justin Bieber. Magulat ka na lang kung naka purple akong Supra. :p

But really Ehboi, you made my heart pound good. Really good. :)

Then this afternoon, Ryan asked me to go with him to Rob Place to buy a book and drown ourselves with Manila Scramble. I had two large ones. Unfortunately, I took iterax an hour before that so I was like a groggy man wearing a hoodie and wayfs inside a mall. Eating Scramble. I was too sleepy to enjoy it. So after grabbing a book, I asked Ryan if he could go ahead and get groceries while I go to the restroom to throw up, since I feel nauseated. I slept inside a cubicle for around 20 minutes with my feet showing under its door. Somebody was knocking asking if I was ok coz I think they thought I died pooping HAHAHAHA. Then I slept in the cab on our way home, tried to walk upstairs then slept again for 4 hours. Waking up to this:

Thanks to Roemart. He knows how to wake up a sleeping high-guy. :p

Happy Friday.

The past two weeks were a rollercoaster ride. Days were like the weather and moods were swingin hard.

My ex added me up in facebook. We havent seen, talked, or whatever for almost seven years. Or six. Then we messaged, exchanged numbers.

I got a pair of shoes for 400 pesos. Crazy. Good crazy.

Im just too happy. Without anything sensible to blog. lol

Retrograde.

The universe and the human mind have a lot of mysteries we cant fully grasp nor understand. On times like the Mercury Retrograding or PMS, I'm sorry girls but you're letting the guys be the shock absorber of the universe's misery... or just yours.

Personally, I try to "get" it. I really try. But I am also affected by that freakin' retrograde and my patience is too short. Add the fact that my blood pressure is embarrassingly high.

To get things off my mind, I decided to go the mall and grabbed Charlie's dog food and two books; The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield and Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol. I rarely visit the bookstore nowadays so I just impulsively got both. Went to Secret Recipe's and annoyingly waited for a Lasagna that seemed to have a cooking time of Forever.

Went home, sent angry texts *lolwat* then watched Jaden Smith's Karate Kid. Good thing I didn't expect it was a great movie coz it somehow redeemed my mood.

wutev. Ill sleep now and expect a greater day.

This early rainy thursday.

I am now enjoying my 711 blueberry tea latte. The convenience of convenience stores. It actually made my morning right.

I am 3 hours early today. I didnt catch a good sleep since I keep on waking up every hour. Until I caught a weird dream (not as weird as my previous one) but this time, I woke up thinking.

I dreamt about my bestfriend. We fell apart since he had a may-december affair and I may say that I do not like the girl. Not because of anything but because of her attitude towards other people around me. Some, are my friends too. There were reunions that he missed, and all of our other friends are looking for him. Well im not his keeper. duhr.

So he was on this ledge (with a towel on it) on our gate and he was jumping up and down from there. I was at my room and I can see his head on our veranda. I ran up to him and said "belated happy birthday" since it was his birthday last month. End of Dream.

Then Ehboi and I were going to the office together this morning, Ehboi saw him sitting at the end of the jeepney and I didnt see him coz we were in a hurry. So I called him up after. I cant believe I have his number memorized.

According to the Dream Dictionary, "To see or use a towel in your dream, suggests that you need to deal with your emotions in order to move forward in your life. You need to find some sort of a resolution. Alternatively, it represents completion, a fresh start and new transition."

I tried texting him that I'm sorry I was a dick about his situation. That friends were supposed to stick with you, understanding your choices and judgments, but... I dont know. I'd rather talk to him personally about it. *sigh*

Sense of Purpose.

I have finally felt that I am in a different state of life today. I woke up like a normal person going to the office without any qualms bothering my thoughts. My only concern was the scorching sun. Nothing else.

I am settled. Contented.

I am getting married on September. :D I think none of my friends know it yet, except for two of my bestfriends but of course they don't believe it until it's there. I know what they think about it but I am honestly avoiding that conversation since I am unstoppable.

I don't know if I'm acting idiotic. But I've thought about this well, and I trust my sense of judgment that I'm doing the right move. I'm doing it not just because it's the right thing. I'm doing it because I want it, I am 75% sure that I need it, and it makes me feel complete.

I am also doing it for Gabby. She deserves a happy family that will surpass all issues anyone can have. I also want to wake up in the morning seeing her sleepy face, wanting to go back in bed while I talk to her about how important breakfast is. I also want Che to feel that she is never alone. Seeing her forever sleepy eyes, and her sweetest smile every single day of my life while her head leans on my shoulder.

And I am ready to sleep early, wake up, jog, drink coffee, take a bath, go to the office on weekdays, try to figure out what to cook on weekends, and do the same routine for the rest of my life as long as I'm with them. :)

Weekend.

The fact that I was too sick last Friday made my weekend a little bit interesting.

After that Chicken-all-you-want at Max's, I decided to not eat chicken for the rest of the week. I only had two pieces by the way. The third one was a struggle and I just threw it up. I didn't eat rice with it. It's just that the smell of the whole restaurant, seeing chicken bones pile up in every table, made me a little squeamish. Seriously. I was a little bit frustrated with myself since I was actually excited to eat a whole chicken.

Saturday morning and my body gave up. I was feverish and I kept on sneezing. I must've caught flu. (No its not bird flu. I was actually feeling ill since Thursday.) Che and I planned to have me checked up at Manila Med and then thought of bringing Gabby with us since its near the mall and Gab wants to pickup Polly Pocket for herself. Which turned out to be a semi shopping spree for her coz she also got a jacket from oshkosh and some random things at clipper. I also didnt have time for the checkup LOL. We literally forgot the purpose why we all went out. We also wasted money at Tom's World and Timezone. We didn't get anything. It's odd that I think getting a 15-peso stress ball makes it okay wasting 300 bucks. Or 300 1-peso coins on slots to just get tickets. Tickets you could exchange for a prize that is actually cheaper when you buy it on stores. Then ate a lot.

This looks gross as how awesome these taste. Hahahahaha

On a different note, Tricia texted me about a new Yoghurt stand at Robinsons Place, called Fruitty uh... Flavors... or Yoghurt... i forgot. They just blend the yoghurt and the fruit instead of the normal FroYo that we get. Havent tried it yet. The fruits looked good though.

Then just stayed at home yesterday, watched Harry Potter and the sorcerer's stone with Gab, Che and Ehboi as I dwelled and swam on nostalgia with my HP playing cards while I explain to them everything that we see in the movie.

My flu got terrible and my fever spiked up. I was just too lucky I am being taken care of the hottest people on earth hahahaha. i hoped that it would subside but it got worse as the day ends. Now I am staying at home and will be going to Manila Med later after my nap. I just had 4 hours of sleep, coughing with my nose clogged. Uggghhhh. I feel emotionally GREAT though. Seriously. I am a happy sick buhrr.

I left my manners at home.

Went to Rob Place to grab a casing for my phone and thought of passing by to powerbooks and grab some FroYo*. Their Blueberries tasted like raw tamarind so I decided to have butterscotch, cherries and mango for it. While looking around, theres this guy in gray who looked at me twice, and I thought for 5 seconds that I might've known him. When I looked at him again, he smiled and usually when I'm weirded out, i tend to always have this smirk. Then he walked to the other side of the mall and i continued browsing.

We all have this dilemma that mallrats are not usually that friendly, so our usual judgment is... that he could be a "person-for-rent". He doesnt look like it though. He has the biggest smile like a kid to a christmas present. I was texting while walking on the fourth floor and I saw him again at the 3rd floor escalator, looking at me, then he waved. So then I smiled. Thinking... wow. He IS friendly (again, dilemma). I saw him walk out of the mall, went to the left side, and so I went to the right side, going to Ministop but theres this car passing by so I turned around and surprised that he was behind me. WHO IN THE WORLD WOULDN'T FREAK OUT ON THAT? He smiled and gestured, "wait". Then he pulled out a credit card receipt and a pen then wrote... "Sorry I'm deaf. Can i Just at least get your name?"

I hand-signaled, No. (Two hands, waving.) But he insisted on handing me the piece of paper and the receipt. I wrote... "Sorry", then paused for seconds just to write anything else but I was frantic. He hand-signed "name" like a nameplate to his chest then pointed at me, so I wrote my name on the paper. Handed it back to him then i made a two thumbs up.

Two fucking thumbs up. Like "Ayos? Ok na?" Then I walked away and went to Ministop after he just stood there with an awkward smile like... I dunno. It broke my heart when I was in the cab thinking about it.

Then yeah, I rode a cab and the thought made me realize... I didnt even ask for his name. :( I saw him eating alone at Jollibee and I ignored that fact. Maybe because he's deaf, he just wanted someone to spend the afternoon with someone. He looked decent and it felt like he doesnt have ANY intentions. Just to meet people.

The world made me doubt everyone. Personally, what I did was rude, and I don't know how to take it back. Stu. Pid.

Then I met my friends at Rockwell, went to Fully Booked then decided to grab some dinner at ToHo BF Homes. It's a chinese restaurant that started as a Panciteria outside the Intramuros walls at 1888. Dude, thats more than a hundred years. How can you not trust a restaurant that cooked more than a century? Everything tasted great. Without exaggeration. From Seafood Canton, Chicken, to Fried Spare Ribs. It is like hell for a person trying to lose weight. But its REALLY worth it. It also claims that Rizal and Del Pilar hangs out at the Intramuros branch during those era. So at least now we have something in common aside from citizenship.

The dinner made me forgot what happened. But I was awfully quiet until the Leche Flan.


This other half could be shared you know. :(

**Thank you for being there. :D I missed you.

That Lane You Do Not Want To Get Through.

Hindi ko alam kung ano ang nangyayari sa panahong to. Alam kong wala akong dapat problemahin. Wala akong dapat isipin. Pero minsan pag nababalikan mo kung ano ka dati, gusto mong tumigil don. Gusto mong walang nagbago.

Hindi ko maintindihan kung ano yung klaseng lungkot na nararamdaman ko. Pag nakakasama mo yung mga dati mong kasama sa buhay, pag nakikita mo yung mukhang sa loob ng ilang taon mo nakasama at hindi mo na gaanong nakakausap, mag-iisip ka kung anong nangyari. Kaya kahit boses man lang, o text, gusto mong maramdaman na andun pa rin kayo sa isat isa. Na kunektado kayo.

Hindi ko rin naman mapigilan na magtanong kung sino ang mas matimbang sa bagong kinakasama. Kahit alam ko namang hindi masasagot ng diretso yon, pilit kong tinatanong. Dati kasi alam kong malaki ang mundo ko. Marami akong matatakbuhan. Marami akong makakausap. Ngayon, alam kong kahit pwede ko pa ring gawin yon, ramdam mo na hindi na talaga pwedeng maging gaya ng dati.

Dati may mga taong hindi kayang mabuhay ng wala ako. Exag. Pero pag nabitawan naman kasi yung mga salitang yon, dati, iisipin mong habangbuhay ganon. Pero alam nyo, hindi talaga. Nagbabago talaga lahat. Nawawala isa isa.

May mga alaala talagang sobrang ganda at sobrang saya. Pero sa tuwing sasagi yong mga yon sa isip ko, bakit ako nalulungkot? Naisip ko, hindi talaga pwedeng ganun habangbuhay. Magbabago at magbabago talaga ang mundo. Mapapalitan ang lahat ng mukhang araw araw mo kasama. Pati sarili mo, hindi mo mamamalayang napalitan na rin.

Wala lang. Minsan, hindi mo maintindihan kung ano na ang pakiramdam ng dating pamilyar.

Monday.

Oh yeah. It's Monday once again. *sigh*

I used to hate Mondays. Now, I don't know what i feel about it. Yes, that's a Jughead comic book. :D



I was with Gabby the whole day yesterday, working on her "How to Save the Earth" Slogan. Did her assignment and i didn't know 3rd graders have Sociology. Yes. Sociology. Like whut.

Coco's Rockwell

We're here right now at Howzat watching the NED-BRA match. We just came from Coco's, a grill resto next door with a douche manager.

We went to Coco's first and ordered food for our dinner there. Suffice to say that we ordered food for the whole resto. No kidding. There's five of us, and we had three family packages and two large pizzas. Well, getting ready for the match basically.
They had a screen installed at the front but their house music was too loud. So we reasonably requested to have it turned down since everybody is watching the game.

Our waiter said that everyone is really requesting for them to turn off their music but as Benj talk to the manager, Arvin Pineda (as what the guard said), he bluntly said..

"Blah blah blah... Hindi kami sports bar, hindi namin kayo pinilit pumunta dito, e di umails na lang kayo."

What the fuck is that??? Is that how you answer to a customer's request? BS.

So we transferred here at Howzat, enjoying our beer without the Black Eyed Peas singing in the background. That ass of a manager should get fuckin fired.

Btw, their food sucks too.